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  1. *Your entry has scored 5XP* The peaceful Gran Kee-Nee checks one of his homestead's windmills on a blustery day.
  2. *Your entry has scored 11XP* Previous Chapters Story Photos Thanks for looking.
  3. *Your entry has scored 8XP* Many years ago . . . A native son of Hijo, Odiya grew up the well-loved heir of a village Elder. A mischievous and clever (but frankly spoiled) child, Odiya became a young man before a sense of responsibility could catch up to him. Everything changed when quiet Hijo was invaded, set to become a Republic fallback for Glee Anselm. Sacred sites were desiccated by the Republic war machines, centuries old forests burned down while fighting with the first wave of Hiji resistance. Shocked by the arrival of war and the untimely death of his father, young Yima joined the second wave. Quick-witted and devious, Yima climbed the ranks of the People's Army of Hijo, leading his people against their occupiers as Captain Yima, the so-called "Devil-in-the-Woods" (a name intended to intimidate their foes more than lionize him to his friends. Lionizing Yima was difficult, as his outspoken love of tea and laidback manner robbed him of mystery.) After too long fighting, it was too dangerous to stay on his home planet any longer. His friends secreted him away, and he began a long, tiring period of hiding from Republic bounty hunters. Then came a change in the wind, and the first Galactic Empire. Just like that, the war was over, and so was any interest in long-dead rebels. There were new rebels to contend with. Yima was as confused by the chaos as any, but he knew that now, after so long running, he could return home. What he might find there...he kept the thought from his mind. ________________________________ More Photos for Judging Thanks for looking!
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  5. *Your entry has earned 14 XP* The VFS Sustainer, an MC-190A Battleship, protects Kinyen sovereignty by patrolling the system for encroaching hostile vessels. The agriworld of Kinyen—homeworld of the Gran—suffered greatly under Imperial rule for their rebellion. The planetary government has turned out to be a staunch ally of the Freedom Fighters and Followers of the Force, who share their ideals of peace, kinship, and community living. The blockade at Kinyen secures neutrality by blocking invasions from either the Empire or Republic into the other's space on the Great Gran Run. The Followers of the Force have established a Blockade at Kinyen. (More photos to come! Happy New Year!)
  6. *This entry has earned 20 XP* WAR IN THE OUTER RIM The Triumvirate has besieged a number of remote worlds, their most brazen attack yet. The New Republic must respond, but lacks the military strength to oppose the Remnant alone: the call for aid goes out across the galaxy, and the Freedom Fighters answer. Warriors from the Confederacy of Free Systems, Freedom Fighters, and New Republic commandos battle alongside each other on the wind-blown farmlands of Telos IV. Jun Kanda--former-Jedi Knight, former-bounty hunter, and current hero--leads them all bravely into the fray. STORY The Reflections of Admiral Yima BATTLE PHOTOS BUILD PHOTOS MINIFIGS Thanks for looking!
  7. *This entry has earned 17 XP and a Mon Calamari Space Station* Having downed another of the numerous pirate starfighters, Suppi Vio's A-Z1 Sparrow picks up an enemy fighter on its tail. Three intuitive flicks of the flight-stick sends her rolling into her attacker's blind spot. Scratch one more bogey. (Editing by the super generous @Darth Bjorn) Battle over the waves of MON CALA! The Outer Rim homeworld of the Mon Calamari comes under threat from Imperial Pirates. Called into action one last time, Admiral Yima deploys the 2nd Fleet of the Freedom Fighters to answer. For the first time, the Freedom Fighters deploy a brand-new starfighter designed specifically for their use. The A-Z1 Sparrow was designed from the ground up as an ace starfighter for the Followers of the Force, and quickly proves it was worth the effort. The FF send twelve Sparrows against a swarm of over thirty enemy Scyk interceptors. By the end, the interceptors were like buzzflies against birds of prey. SHIP DESCRIPTIONS MORE PHOTOS Thanks for looking!
  8. *This entry has earned 7 XP* "The Lore of Bogan describes a process of desecration, the 'bleeding' of crystals sensitive to the Force of Life during the fashioning of Sith weapons. Imagine a miracle; a gemstone that responds to the force, ruined. Violated. Made twisted and discordant. Imagine becoming so blind that you torture even things that do not live." MORE PHOTOS Thanks for looking!
  9. *This entry has earned 13 XP (including 5xp bonus)* Traveling by the name Jun Kanda, The Dogged Man trudges through the lonely volcanic plains of Lah'mu in search of evidence of the Triumvirate's presence. MORE PHOTOS Thanks for looking.
  10. *This entry has earned 6 XP* Previous entries in Across the Stars: The penultimate chapter: Nathan and Ozz have been taken to a secret colony of cultists living on KORRIBAN, where they will finally come face-to-face with the ancient immortality-granting Sith artifact called BALAAM'S HEART. STORY MORE PHOTOS Thanks for looking!
  11. Followers of the Force Faction: The Followers of the Force (FF) Faction Leader: RocketBoy Focal Worlds (Decentralized): Ankus, Hijo, Jedha Planets: Ankus, Kril'Dor, Sinton, Hijo, Dorin, Reecee, Selvaris, The Redoubt, Mortis, Ilum, Jedha Sectors: Freestanding Subsectors, Outer Jalor Sector, Rago Sector, Hijoian Space, Terrabe Sector Grid: I7, H7, J8, I9, G7, H10 The Followers of the Force are a free association of those who study, respect, and live in balance with the mysterious energy field commonly known as the Force. They are pilgrims, scholars, warriors, and colonists all around the galaxy, sharing one distant, familial community. Often, they're seen as nutjobs. Most of them are okay with that. Description Organization Faction Recruits Thanks for looking!
  12. *Your entry has earned 5 XP* Previous entries in Across the Stars: Nathan and Ozz reach the long-dead world of KORRIBAN, hoping to find the artifact called BALAAM'S HEART somewhere on its dusty surface. On the darkest planet they've encountered so far there are dangers both physical and spiritual, and Nathan's unique power will become his greatest weakness. STORY PHOTOS Thanks for looking! Next Chapter: XI - The Servant's Heart
  13. *Your entry has earned 6 XP* Model 2400-053b Respite-class Refueling Platform While primarily a refueling station, the Mining Guild platforms also host VIP lounges open to only the Guild's most privileged customers. Dozens of these spindly stations dot the orbital port. Mining Guild EVO Worker Most workers on Guild Platforms are Roustabouts or Roughnecks--general laborers who hop between contracts and systems who are lowest on the totem pole of authority. Above them are the welders and mechanics, 6 of whom alternate shifts on each platform so that someone is always on call. Engineers are employed by the guild directly, but would only come out to small platforms like this for specific checks and inspections. Operators and Overseers are the best-paid staff, highly sought-after positions that require dedication, education, or ruthlessness. Roustabouts most often find themselves suited up for EVO and clambering around on the outside of the station. It's dangerous, but fairly paid work. NOTES Thanks for looking.
  14. *This entry has earned 18 XP (x2 LTC Bonus Applied)* At the height of the old Sith Empire, the population of Korriban numbered 9.6 billion individuals. Now there are less than a thousand, and to some those thousand can hardly be called people. Thanks for looking.
  15. *This entry has earned 3 XP* Previously... It was silent in the temple caverns. Four days had passed since Bey'wan, Fenree Kel, and 6 soldiers from Hunter Team had left, in secret, on a mission to infiltrate the Imperial trench. The days on Ilum, hiding in the hidden temples, were long. The pilgrims and Freedom Fighters sheltering together felt the hours stretch on. Four long days, and there had been no word. They had sent probe droids, but there was nothing to learn, no trace to be found. Ever since they had first been reported missing, Admiral Yima knew where they had gone, and he knew, in his spirit, what had happened. The trench had swallowed them. He wished it hadn't happened like this, on this disgraced planet, following 12 weeks of depression and strife. He wished they had spoken before he had left, just to see something in his friend's eyes besides distrust. Yima imagined the person Bey'wan could have become: an old Bothan, gray streaking his fur—a respected, trusted leader, a brilliant mind, endlessly intelligent and insightful. He could've taken over as leader, just a few years down the line. But that would never happen now. In the old stories, death came when the person was ready. It was never quite a surprise. They always had their affairs in order, nothing important left to give. It was always somehow the right time. Even the most violent deaths were somehow peaceful in their purpose. But Yima still needed Bey'wan, right now more than he ever had. It physically hurt that he could not turn to rely on his data master, ever capable, ever ready. He missed his stiff manner, his awkward sense of humor, his earnest desire to see the oppressed free. He listened quietly to the wind that whistled past. He let himself hope for a rare connection beyond the grave, a voice, a vision, anything from Bey'wan to offer comfort, guidance, or wisdom. But he stared and strained and there was nothing, only the wind. Emptiness settled on him. Then came rage. The cavern walls of the control center below echoed with a cacophony of voices. He imagined getting justice. All out war, a bombardment from the fleet. They could make it costly for the Empire. They could add hundreds of corpses to the pile. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned. There was Noora, a steaming cup in her hand. She managed a kind of wretched smile. "I thought you might want some tea." "Oh. Thank you, Noora." Yima accepted it politely, but for once, did not feel in the mood for tea. "That is very kind." Nora noticed that he did not drink. "Admiral, things are heating up downstairs. The Fighters' are furious." "I understand how they feel," replied Yima, his eyes hooded and his expression dim. He imagined how many dead Stormtroopers they might make before they would eventually be destroyed by the overwhelming opposition. They could stay here and keep hunting them like prey for years. "You're not thinking of...striking back?" Yima avoided her gaze. "Are you not?" Her answer was already considered. "...No, Admiral. Why throw away more lives? In a wasn't the Empire that killed Bey'wan, it was this planet. Do you know what I mean?" Yima did. Chastened, he stared into the dark depths of the cup of tea. "You do not want justice against his murderers?" He said softly, an edge to his voice. "And what of that he died for? Should we abandon that, too?" Noora stared at him. The Admiral wasn't thinking clearly. That had never happened before, not as long as Noora had worked with him. It scared her. She understood what was happening. She had worked closely with Bey'wan ever since she'd been promoted to command crew, he was--had been--a good friend, and she felt the pain of grief too, but she was beginning to feel like the only person who hadn't gone mad. And now even the Admiral, normally so wise, was being seduced by thoughts of revenge. The soul of the Freedom Fighters teetered on a precipice. "If you force the Fighters to stay here, they'll do whatever you say," she said, adrenaline shaking her voice. "They love you, they'll follow whatever order you give them. And how you feel is how they'll feel. And if you're angry, and you let them be angry, and we all make decisions driven by our anger, then...every one of us will die on this force-forsaken world." Finally, Yima looked at her. She looked angry, desperate. His face pulled in confusion, his thoughts were clouded. "Please, Admiral...think about the people we have left." With her words, Yima suddenly saw the future as if it was happening. The current path was a spiral. The pilgrims would try to escape too late. Families would be incinerated and become fuel for the flames of the Fighters' hatred, and they would throw themselves against the Empire again and again until their bones broke and their spirits were snuffed out and no one would ever know. The Empire would go on: evil always does. Good does too. But people die. And that was what he served: people. If he didn't serve them now, every one of the people here would suffer for years to come, until they died in the pursuit of vengeance. Like a light through the clouds, Noora reached him. "Yes," he choked. "You're right. Oh, Noora. Thank you." A strange sob came from his throat. How close he had come. "I am a foolish old man," he said, his voice brittle. "I-I am so sorry." Tears of stress welled in Noora's eyes. She quickly nodded and wiped her face with her sleeve. "Please, make the right choice." "Yes, young one. Yes. You are right. have saved me from disaster, and a shame that would poison me." Yima took a deep drink from the cup of tea, and felt its warmth flood his bones. "Will you come with me? I must speak with the others." Noora nodded. The two of them left the tower and went to save the Freedom Fighters. It took wrestling of words and spirit to bring the rest of their clan to the truth, but Yima was ready: he knew that this fight was the most important he had ever fought. His weapons were words: gentle words, truthful words, words that honored the memory of those they had lost, but did not embrace recklessness, vengeance, or a repayment of violence. Slowly, one by one, he saw reason dawn on faces in the crowd around the control center, saw anger melt away into grief, saw hope beam through rage. Slowly, the grueling work of unity was accomplished. Trust restored. And Noora felt relief crash into her like a wave, and she devolved into weeping when she saw the fever break. The faces of the Freedom Fighters looked to their leader, his face lined with age and sorrow, but lively with purpose. They looked to leadership, and—wishing he had Bey'wan beside him—the Admiral provided. It was past time for them to leave Ilum. The plan would keep everyone safe: escorts to protect the transports, a diversion bombardment from orbit. But what of Bey'wan's investigation? What of the Empire's sinister purpose? A small team of five: the remains of Hunter Team, volunteered to stay and learn more, to gather information from their hidden outpost, to try and obtain readouts of the entire planet, whereby they might discover any Imperial weaknesses. They did not have to do this, but they were determined. The ones who would leave gathered around the ones who would stay, and amidst tearful farewells a pilgrim consecrated their sacrifice. The others, Fighters and Pilgrims alike, boarded the shuttles. Final prayers were prayed, blessings spoken, fingers tracing the ancient, holy ruins that must be--at last--given up. Yima wished there was a way to preserve the planet for the future, to protect its history and significance, but it wasn't worth the lives of those in the temple. He watched the groups board their transports, and cast a final look around the Jedi's ancient monuments. Finally, he boarded himself. No lives were lost in the retreat from Ilum. Every transport made it safely away. The Peace and Quiet made the jump out of the Unknown Regions and the relief of its passengers was palpable. All of them felt the lifting of the dark spirit that had settled on them in the last weeks, and Yima immediately felt his discretion return. None of them had realized how heavy they had all felt until they had escaped. Yima only wished he had called for it sooner. A memorial service was held in the ship's community hall—quiet, mournful, appreciative. In silence, they honored the eight that had been lost and committed their lives to the Force. Yima remembered how steady Bey'wan had given them hope, with his understanding and his solutions. He remembered—soberly—how Noora had reminded him of truth and pulled him from his darkness. The old Admiral looked around through misty eyes at all the faces on the ship, and felt a surge of thankfulness for every one of them. For their endurance, for their steadfastness. For who they were. And so the Followers of the Force were saved from Ilum, and even in the mourning there was hope once more. _____________________ (Thanks for looking!)
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  17. *Your entry has earned 28 XP* The Clone Wars rage across the galaxy, bringing fire and fury to a thousand worlds. Among them; the ancient sanctuary moon of Jedha, where a Republic Retrieval Squad charges through the teeming streets of the Holy City in pursuit of a Separatist agent. Captain Yima is a key leader in the uprisings on Hijo, his capture is vital to undermining the Free People's Army. Commander Owl's patience grows thin. How hard can it be to catch one man? MORE PHOTOS Thanks for looking!
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  19. *Your entry has earned 27 XP* Following Lorrd, refugees from Entralla move on the Jedha before escaping to Vohai. Their shuttle is unarmed and quite vulnerable, but well suited for discretely moving as many people as possible across hyperspace. The stopover in Jedha will allow the crew to refuel and resupply before their longest stretch. Not much survived the attack on Jedha, but the Imperials that returned for "disaster recovery" maintained a fairly independent outpost that ended up being highly influenced by the Followers of the Force that quickly followed, making for a quite, unassuming ally to those escaping the New Territories.
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